Janky Wretch

Janky Wretch At the nearest traffic light stood a car with all its might Porsche or some other tool souped up initially a pretty sight Than I thought ‘no what a fool’ such a posh car is never cool driven near a township shack where ragged beggars work for gruel Of course the vagrant is on crack or petrol fumes to get a whack against the odds of hunger pain and all he has for clothes is sack The janky business left some stain waiting for pennies stood in vain the needy soul ashamed and poor and soon the driver drinks champagne 29th August 2016